She who sighs heavily In the back of the elevator Wood paneled backdrop to her Smokey eyes and dark silk hair She turns her chin up to the lights And his eyes aren't focused On the buttons by the door... Continue Reading →
we left the warmth of the desert hours ago. in its absence i feel the chill of the altitude creeping in. my toes feel it first and it spreads, my shoulders tense and roll forward in a huddle. i think of tea, of... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 